Brenda and I have been married for thirty years and they have been damned good years. I know and have read about people whose marriages have gone stale after several years and who go looking for ways to spice things up, but that did not happen in our marriage. I'll grant you that we did not make love seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year, but we did get it on three or four times a week. Life was good in our household – right up until the day that Brenda had her surgery.

Brenda came home one evening and told me that she hadn't been feeling well lately and she had made a doctors appointment for the next day. After several tests the doctor told her that she would have to have a hysterectomy. They discussed everything and Brenda was assured that the operation would have no major effect on her life. The doctor was mistaken. Following the surgery Brenda seemed to lose all interest in sex. Foreplay did not help. Sexual aids did not help. A series of porn tapes had no effect on her. Our sex life just ceased to exist. Well that's not exactly true. Brenda did let me fuck her whenever I wanted to. She never once said no to me, but it was plain that she had no interest and was just doing what she saw as her wifely duty. It soon got to the point where I stopped bothering her.

Some men in that situation would have started looking for satisfaction outside their marriage, but I could not bring myself to do that. For one thing I was madly in love with Brenda and I felt that if I stepped out on her and she found out about it she would leave me. Another thing that crossed my mind whenever I got to thinking that I might stray was the AIDS and Herpes scare. My luck being what it was I could almost count on catching something and bringing it home. My solution to the problem was simple enough; I bought porn tapes, adult oriented magazines and signed up for the XXX rated cable channels and then masturbated an awful lot. This sorry state of affairs lasted almost two years and then one day I got a call at work from Brenda. She has flex hours where she works and she had taken the afternoon off that day.

"I just called to ask you to call me as soon as you are ready to leave work."

"Why?"

"I have a special dinner planned for tonight and I want it to be ready as soon as you walk in the door."

"What are we having?"

"Meat, the kind you like best."

I dutifully called just before I left work and when I walked in the front door of the house I found Brenda sitting on the upstairs landing dressed only in a garter belt, nylons and high heels. She was working a large rubber cock in and out of her pussy and she smiled at me and said, "I'm just keeping your meat warm baby. Ready for dinner?"

I was out of my pants in a heartbeat and I fucked her right there on the landing and to hell with whoever might have come to the door. I never did eat (dinner anyway) that night. Brenda and I fucked like horny teenagers until we were both exhausted. I ate her pussy and we fucked. She sucked my cock and we fucked. We went sixty-nine on each other and then we fucked. I called in sick the next day and we spent the entire day fucking all over the house. When we went to bed that night I didn't think I'd be able to get it up again until after I'd had a week to rest up, but Brenda proved me wrong on that.

It turned out that Brenda had been seeing a doctor and he had been working with her on correcting what he believed to be a hormonal imbalance. She had been taking hormone pills for two weeks and they had helped her regain her sex drive. The pills however created another problem, although not a bad one from my point of view, in that her sex drive came back in overdrive. Brenda wanted to fuck all the time!

As I mentioned earlier Brenda's job allowed her to work flextime. That meant she could pretty well set her own hours as long as her work was done on time. We own a pickup truck with a camper on the back and one of our favorite pastimes was going up the mountains on weekends and camping out. One day about ten minutes before I was due to get off for lunch Brenda showed up and said that since she was in the area she thought she would stop by and we could have lunch together. I told her to go on and wait for me out back while I went and washed my hands and punched out. I walked out the door expecting to find her waiting in her car, but instead she had the pickup. She wasn't in the front so I opened the door to the camper and found that she was naked on the bed.

"You had better hurry up before your lunch gets cold" she giggled.

I was fifteen minutes late getting back from lunch.

Brenda started stopping by two or three times a week to "have lunch" with me and I was surprised that no one ever figured out what was going on. This afternoon Brenda stopped by and let me know that she was there to have 'lunch' with me and I told her that I would be right out. I washed my hands and on the way to the time clock my boss stopped me and asked me to step into his office for a minute. We talked for five minutes about my job performance and then he offered me the job as shop foreman. I gladly accepted the position and then hurried out to have my nooner with Brenda.

I opened the camper door and got the shock of my life. Brenda was flat on her back, her nylon covered legs and her high heeled shod feet pointing straight up at the roof of the camper and her voice going, "Oh god, oh god, oh god" as Myron, one of my co-workers, pounded his stiff cock into her pussy. I stood frozen as I listened to the slap, slap, slap of Myron fucking Brenda. Both of them were locked in the heat of passion and neither one of them had heard me open the door. I watched for several minutes as Myron pounded away and soon Brenda's "Oh god, oh god" changed to the low moan that meant she was going to orgasm. When it hit her body shuddered and she bucked a little and then lay back limp as Myron continued to stroke into her. Another thirty seconds went by and then he grunted, "Gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" and that brought Brenda back to life.